by Cassiopeia Ghent

Created on: December 11, 2008

Chapter Eight
Part of him was angry that his love didn't remember him, but he felt ashamed for scaring her. She had been afraid of him and he was sad that his appearance scared her. Though she looked nearly like she used to before she changed and left him. He had let her walk out and leave him, he still remembered the look of true terror after she had changed to human form.

Pain had danced in her eyes as she seemed ashamed of hurting him, she had left him with that image branded in his mind. The girl in front of him, wasn't the same girl that he once knew. She had killed and murdered, becoming cold and hollow. He couldn't understand how she had been willing to forget him and how she loved him, but she had to still love him below her cold exterior. "You've changed so much and have seen too much, but part of the old you has to still live", he said softly. His voice was pleading, but the way her eyes turned cold and empty showed that she was trying to hide.

She had hidden from him enough, he refused to allow her to hide within the cold shield. He had planned to be her shield just like he used to be. He leaned closer to kiss her, but ended up being pushed away. She even refused him her kiss, the look of distrust in her eyes cut him deeper than her claws had. She acted like he was an enemy, he had searched for her only to have her feel threatened by him. His eyes moved to the cart and reached out, curious if she had eaten what he had made. His anger rose as he saw the food untouched and was hurt that she seemed to have refused to eat what he had made.

He got up, turning from as he fought to restrain his temper. He felt the cold of her glare and knew she was jaded, she had lost the aura of trust and innocence. "Love, do you wish me to make something else that is more to your liking?" He asked, near pleading to see her eyes show affection for him.

"How would I know if it was drugged?" She answered coldly, sounding like someone who had many enemies. Her distrust of him stabbed him in the heart and he was offended that she thought he would hurt her. "I would never do that to you, but you will weaken if you don't eat", he replied softly. His gentle tone of voice only seemed to make her farther on edge than before, her body language showed that completely.

He stiffened as he got an idea, a way to make her trust him. "I know you do not remember me, but we were once engaged to be married. I was still in college and you were going to an art school for your freshman college year", he said and hoped that might stir up a suppressed memory or two.

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